Pasetta's energy is endless. His every step is planted with certainty and awareness. As his forefathers have done for decades Pasetta thrives in the wilderness finding his way by instinct and the 'call of the wild'. For us it is as though we have ventured into another world. We stop periodically to fully appreciate our surroundings; the views over Barrea Lake, fields of wild flowers, ancient forests and a special treat, Pasetta's favourite perch, high above where he touches the sky and feels at peace. But our greatest treasure of all is the stories of years past when Pasetta was a young boy, in the mountains that are his home.
Pasetta, grandson of the last Wolfhunter of the Abruzzo, Italy
Pasetta's energy is endless. His every step is planted with certainty and awareness. As his forefathers have done for decades Pasetta thrives in the wilderness finding his way by instinct and the 'call of the wild'. For us it is as though we have ventured into another world which many people walk through but never really see. We stop periodically to fully appreciate our surroundings; the views over Barrea Lake, fields of wild flowers, ancient forests and a special treat, Pasetta's favourite perch, high above where he touches the sky and feels at peace. But our greatest treasure of all is the stories of years past when Pasetta was a young boy, in the mountains that are his home.
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Pasetta's energy is endless. His every step is planted with certainty and awareness. As his forefathers have done for decades Pasetta thrives in the wilderness finding his way by instinct and the 'call of the wild'. For us it is as though we have ventured into another world. We stop periodically to fully appreciate our surroundings; the views over Barrea Lake, fields of wild flowers, ancient forests and a special treat, Pasetta's favourite perch, high above where he touches the sky and feels at peace. But our greatest treasure of all is the stories of years past when Pasetta was a young boy, in the mountains that are his home.
